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(takes a sip of liquid and swallows) So there's this woman, and she was um… (clears his throat) …on an airplane, and she's flying to meet her fiancé, sailing high above the - (swallows) - the largest ocean on planet earth, and she was seated next to this man who, er, you know, she had tried to start a conversation… and, only - really the only thing she'd heard him say was - just to order - his… his Bloody Mary, and… and she's sittin' there, and she's readin' this… really arduous magazine article about… a third world country that… she couldn't… even pronounce the - the name of, and… she's feeling… very bored, and… very… despondent, 'n… (takes another sip of liquid and swallows) And then, uh… (turns away from the microphone and presumably places the glass of liquid down on a surface behind him) … suddenly… (turns back to the microphone) …there was this huge mechanical failure and - one of the - the engines gave out… (swallows) …and they started just ffffalling - an' …thirty thousand feet, the, uh… pilot's on the… (inhales) …on the microphone and he's - (swallows) he's saying um, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm… I'm sorry, and apologizing and… (inhales) …and she looks at that man, and she - and she says… (begins playing the guitar) …she says wh - she says, "Where are we going? …and uh… an' he looks at her… and he says, "We're going to a party… it - it's a birthday party… it's your birthday party, happy birthday, darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much. And then um, he starts hummin' this little tune, and… (inhales) …and, uh, it kinda goes like this, it's kinda… one, two, one, two, three, four:

We must talk in every telephone, get eaten off the webWe must rip out all the epilogues from the books that we have readAnd in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chairWe must stare, we must stare, we must stare

We must take all of the medicines too expensive now to sellSet fire to the preacher who is promising us hellAnd in the ear of every anarchist that sleeps but doesn't dreamWe must sing, we must sing, we must sing

And it'll go like this, all right:

While my mother waters plants my father loads his gunHe says, "Death will give us back to GodJust like the setting sunIs returned to the lonesome ocean"

And then they splashed into the deep blue seaOh, it was a wonderful splash

We must blend into the choir, sing a static with the wholeWe must memorize nine numbers and deny we have a soulAnd in this endless race for property and privilege to be wonWe must run, we must run, we must run

We must hang up in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laughWe must stare into a crystal ball and only see the pastAnd in the caverns of tomorrow with just our flashlights and our loveWe must plunge, we must plunge, we must plunge

And then we'll get down thereWay down to the very bottom of everythingAnd then we'll see it, oh, we'll see it!, we'll see it!, we'll see it!

Oh, my morning's coming backThe whole world's waking upAll the city buses swimming pastI'm happy just becauseI found out I am really no one